She was given a choice
would you like to meet your future self he said as the dark clouds formed overhead
and the wind made her pull her sweater closer
No she answered after a long beat
she pondered her words as she spoke them
I would rather be blind and go through the process of gaining site
Then to know everything but be unable to obtain wisdom
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